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Second chance runaway

In Second Chance Runway, we follow the tumultuous life of Elena Vargas, a young woman whose beauty is overshadowed by her lack of self-care and the oppressive figures around her. At 21, she is forced into a loveless marriage by her mother, to a man who is nothing but cruel. Despite landing a lucrative job at the prestigious Grand State Buildings, Elena’s life is far from grand as her husband seizes her earnings, and her family treats her with disdain. Her world shatters further when her husband’s affair with her sister comes to light. Just when it seems like her story has reached its tragic end, fate intervenes. A fatal accident sends Elena back in time, waking up as her 18-year-old self. With memories of her past life intact, she seizes this miraculous opportunity to rewrite her destiny. Determined to pursue her long-forgotten dream of becoming a supermodel, Elena embarks on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment. But it’s not just about the glitz and glamour; it’s about settling scores. As she rises through the ranks of the fashion world, Elena plots a sophisticated revenge against those who wronged her, all while navigating the complexities of love, family, and fame. Will Elena’s second chance lead her to the life she’s always dreamed of, or will the shadows of her past prove too difficult to escape? Second Chance Runway is a story of resilience, ambition, and the transformative power of self-belief.

Ava_000 · LGBT+
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98 Chs

Sydney

"Elena," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. "I..."

Before I could finish, someone called out to us from across the park, breaking the spell. We both turned to see a figure approaching, and the moment was lost.

"Hey Carmen," said the woman, her voice slicing through the intimate bubble we had just shared.

My heart sank as I recognized Sydney. She had blond hair that cascaded in waves down her back, framing a face that was almost painfully beautiful. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief and something else—determination, perhaps.

She wore a sleek, form-fitting red dress that clung to her curves, the fabric shimmering under the park lights. Her hairstyle was elegant, with soft curls cascading down her shoulders, giving her an ethereal, almost angelic appearance.

"Sydney," I said, my voice laced with irritation. "What are you doing here?"